Honestly, I have no idea what I did to that dame to make her go all postal like that.
No, really, I swear t'God. I was just sittin' at my usual spot, mindin' my own business - ya know, like I always do. The day was pretty nice… I guess, if you're into fire an' brimstone kissing your eyes like a hiss of cigarette smoke assailing your senses. So there I was, mindin' my P's and Q's… Here storms this weird lookin' bitch, lookin' all lost and confused.
To say that she was indescribable would be a statement of the false kind. Trust me, this lady had many traits that made her stand out amongst all the other fine women I've seen in my lifetime. Fangs, four eyes (Literally!), the strangest hair-do… and some strange lookin' wings sticking from her back - they were the most unusual wings I've ever seen, lemme tell ya! No patagium (Y'know, that little skin/membrane stuff between the fingers and the body that helps your wings to fly? That stuff.), no feathers, and her wings didn't have any other features on any wing I've seen. They were really freaky to look at, I tell you what.
And she was covered, head to toe, she was adorned in colors of the dark an' gothic kind… Y'know? Blacks, purples, and all kinds of gold; with some red splashes, the same color as her eyes, all four of 'em, in places that seemed a little suggestive. Or is it just me? And she was tall. Damn, was she tall. Taller than Big Master Phalanx… And nobody's taller than him.
Anyway, she looked confused. Being the suave gen-teel-man I am, I looked up at her, looked 'er straight in the eye, and I asked her if she needed some help. 'Cause, y'know, that's what gentlemen do, right?
She screams at me! I still get the heebie-jeebies thinking' about that scream, I swear. It didn't sound human or demon at all; it sounded like one of those alien peoples! I never knew they existed… Actually, I thought that whole alien crap was a bunch of hocus-pocus shit.
But after seeing that thing try to kill me, I am a firm believer. She's gone now, thank God, but my fountain is reduced to rubble and I've no place to sit, now. I have never heard that many expletives in my entire life. I ain't ever seen such behavior from a broad like that - at least, not in a long time! It's a shame, really; she seemed so nice, so sweet and innocent when I first saw her. Guess appearances can be deceiving, huh? Well, next time I see that dame, I'm gonna take her picture and send it to Mr. P.
He'd know what to do with that crazy bitch.
A/N - Wahoo, almost seven hundred words. Can't be a ficlet anymore lol.
Not much of a fan of the TFA dame I wrote into this fic (It shouldn't be so hard to figure out who she is… right?), so I decided for her to meet the Aagrant - he's the green gargoyle you see in Demon's Crest that talks a lot and gives you ideas as to what you should do with the crests that you have, if you happen to have them equipped.
I tried to give him some sort of personality - kinda obnoxious, talks too much, and rednecky in his speech mannerisms, but overall mild-mannered. He -*is* kind of obnoxious in the game, so maybe I did capture that spirit afterall… x'D Not sure if I got the robot chick in character or not, but I guess you can come up with some excuse and say she's on her period?
… Do girl Transformers actually have periods? I'm sure they gotta have something similar to that… :S
While I'm trying to figure that out, enjoy yourselves! 8D
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